𝓛-ꂦ-🅺-𝐼 BANG! He heard it. and the smell of blood. there was an air of death in the air, and it put every nerve in
LOKI'S body on edge. Someone had been killed. The reason's did not matter, not in the state loki was in. as long as death was involved,
LOKI was always needed to set things right. As his hair, skin and clothes turned a horrid
black and his eyes a
pale red. THIS MURDERER WOULD NOT GO FREE. NOT NOW, NOT EVER. pink fire could be seen streaking from
LOKI'S form, as a manifestation of his unquenchable rage. Things were about to go down. he took out his sword, rage form, and charged, growing dragon wings as he went, to assist in his speed.
NO WAY WILL HE ESCAPE ME. JUSTICE HAS NO ESCAPE! faster than anyone could probably react, he swung for the rodent.
Loki:

Sword:
